We search for a sheltered trench in the middle of the sounds of machine gun fire
If our childhood sandcastle was destroyed, all we had to do was rebuild it
But in your bullet-ridden bloodied army uniform
You can't even raise a praying hand
In the middle of the smoke I think of the taste of soda drinks and ice blocks (ice cream)
And when I idled in the summer when I was young
I put down my gun and reminiscence about the school we graduated from last year
I even forget to let my tears fall
The sounds of laughter are continuously being practiced in the wind
These woods are full of hostility
The military has given up defending, and you insist that I leave too
How can I give up?
I'll stay with you, trying to stop my tears
Some things are really too late and we cannot go back to them
Your face is moving in pain, you're nearly out of strength
Forbidding me to bring up business about our home
I'll stay with you the last distance
Its your face falling into my arms
You slowly fall asleep and I can't wake you up
The tears in the trench burst it open